I originally called to
Talk to you
But instead I
Impersonated myself
All was spoken
All was surreal
Why am I here
When I could be
Anywhere else
But when there
Why not here
The trite of
It all
The why of
It all
When peace
Is at hand
Without
Breath
Why be
When it is
Meaningless
Why see
When all is
Far away
All that is
Death
Self
One must undo
Or be
Untrue
One must structure
With geometric
Not
Power
One must love
With emotion
Not
Thought
The whole
Must be
Congruent
Help must be with
Hands not
Words
Inaction is facade
The paranoid
Cover
Words merely
Slide
Change
Shield
Why be
I say again
If it is but a cover
For what
We are
Why be my friends
When enemies
We are
What brings us together is our
Weaknesses
Disgraces
Why act our parts
In cosmic
Disgrace
Why not take our places
As wholes
Within a
Whole
Come into the
Day

Previous            Next